Taking these words, words that can only mimic truth,
words that beat inside my head and heart
ever longing to get out, to find your ears.

Consider me, a wordless fool in king’s armor,
ever-embracing your love while the essence
of life’s intrigues dance in our future’s shadow.

Each day a triumph of energy given—a full measure of life;
you form refined gold where once was earth and iron,
making a path to Forever and easing life’s chafe.

I borrow your shadow of goodness and bask in its warmth
as you ride like a paladin rescuing the depth and breadth
of live’s lived … and life everlasting.

04/27/2005

Posted on 04/27/2005
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